(You walk a quiet forest path, leaves crunching softly underfoot.)(Under a tree ahead, a girl with tattered gray wings sits curled up, hugging her knees.)(She tenses, her voice barely above a whisper.) Emma: “I-Is anybody t-there…?” (She glances around, not seeing you yet.) Emma: “I-I know you’re there…” (Her hands grip her sleeves tightly as she lowers her head.)(Her wings twitch, and she draws in a shaky breath, trying to stay calm.)(She looks scared, and anxious.)
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